Love At the End of Ramadan

Chapter 9. Depressions

Brak!!!

Kirana opened the door that was in front of her forcibly. This door leaf slammed into the side of the room wall, causing a loud noise. The voice that was quite deafening was what made the two people who were in the middle of the quarrel link their gaze towards Raina.

"Austenance!" screeched Arman with two perfectly wide eyes.

With tears still rushing down the frame of the face, Kirana looked at the face of a human figure that she considered to be the most perfect man in her life.

"Why Pa?"

One question from the princess who managed to squeeze Arman's heart to feel throbbing pain. Flowing the guilt to penetrate into the heart. Regret also accompanies. However, there was nothing else he could do because all of this had already happened.

 "I'm sorry Papa, Ran. Sorry Papa!"

Arman's voice sounded slightly trembling and choked inside the throat. Seeing the princess's face that seemed filled with sadness made her mind also feel something stifling. Arman's leg is moved closer to Kirana, but...

"Stop Pa, don't come near me! I'm disgusted with Papa!"

Circulating Kirana's bead eyes to look at the body of the mama who sat weakly on the floor. The middle-aged woman was still weeping innocently and shuffling her hair occasionally. Many times he beat his chest as if trying to drive away the pain that was not terpercaya. The mist of sorrow mixed with the fog of lara made the face of this middle-aged woman look extremely miserable. 

Hugged tightly to the body of the mother who slightly shook this. With sobbing cry like the tones of pain that increasingly sound heartbreaking. The more affirming if this middle-aged woman is drowning in a sea of water that somehow he can pull back.

"Are you happy to do all this to us? If you are not satisfied, do it again until we die by embracing suffering like this!"

Arman is stunned to hear Kirana calling him no longer papa. It turned out, just hearing the princess summon him with a call for a stranger, was enough to have his soul torn apart and torn apart. He felt like he had lost the most valuable thing in his life.

"Papa's really sorry Ran, Papa's sorry. Papa doesn't know what to do, it's all happening."

Kirana smiled obliquely hearing Arman still using the word papa that increasingly feels tickling in the ear. Eagerly, he looked at Arman's face with an unreadable gaze.

"No longer do you consider yourself to be part of this family. There is no figure of a father who can drag his family members into the vortex of wounds that make him suffer. And there is no figure of a father who easily mortgages the trust that has been given by his family members just to seek pleasure for a moment."

Arman was stunned by what the princess said. Kirana's words had truly slapped the heart. It made him realize that what he had done was absolutely outrageous where the victims were both innocent children and wives.

Arman, who was standing in the corner of the room, now sits his ass on the edge of the bed. Staring at the two humans who were hugging. The two humans seemed to be transferring energy together to strengthen each other.

"Papa doesn't know what else to do. Papa got caught up in a game he had played himself. Papa finds it hard to choose, Ran. On one hand you are Papa's son and wife, but on the other, Papa must also be responsible for Stella's pregnancy."

Kirana chuckled softly to cover up the bitterness and bitterness entrenched in the corners of the heart. Again, he looked at Arman's bead with a sharp eye like a lion aiming at a prey.

"You don't have to choose because we're not an option. All you have to do is leave our lives. Please continue your life with the woman you consider to be the repellent of the boredom you feel. Remember, once you choose to walk away from our lives, never come back."

"But Ran, Papa is still your Papa. Papa will still take care of you and meet all your needs. Papa will still be responsible for it."

"Thank you, but I don't think you should. My father is dead because in front of me this is just a stranger I don't know at all. So, you don't have to bother to take responsibility for our lives."

Arman was getting cornered with word for word that was spoken from Kirana's lips. This remark further confirmed that he had truly lost something of the most precious. Something that he should keep his purity until death. But at this moment everything has been smashed into pieces with nothing left.

"Ran, Dad..."

"Enough, you don't have to say anything anymore. Please get out of here and move on with your life with a woman who is more worthy of you being a child than a mistress. I really did not expect that an Arman Adiguna was nothing more than a traitor who could destroy his own family's life!"

Arman's tears flowed down every curve of his face. The words Kirana spoke really made her heart even more slapped and made her bruise. It is very painful, but he must be aware that what he feels is not worth the pain felt by his wife and child.

Arman got up from his sitting position. The middle-aged man's legs swung to get closer to his wife and child. He poured out his body to sit on the floor in front of Santi and Kirana. His head lowered as if he could no longer see the wounds he had inflicted on the faces of these two most precious people.

"Papa's sorry Ran. Papa's really sorry. Papa's guilty Ran."

Arman's body was aghast at the words of the princess. "Ran...?"

"Please get out of this place. You remember the exit, right? And remember, never again do you show your face in front of us!"

"Ran, Dad...."

"Get out!"

Arman's body was increasingly aghast when the princess who always showed her tenderness side, now turned fierce. The only princess of this puppet is heard saying loudly even though her voice trembles. As if no longer able to withstand the turmoil of anger and disappointment that increasingly shackles the soul.

Arman bowed. With the rest of the strength he had, the man tried to stand up again. At a glance, he stared fixedly at the face of the princess who did not even want to see her again. With shaky footsteps, the middle-aged man left the room.

Increasingly clear crystals flowing from the frame of the twenty-five-year-old woman's net.  No matter how hard Kirana tried to look strong in front of the father, she was still a weak woman who had lost her life support. His body also shook violently.

For a few minutes, he woke up from the maelstrom that was shackling when he remembered the figure of the woman who was currently fixated in his daydream. Kirana was a little surprised because from then on the mama just fell silent and did not make a sound. This middle-aged woman looks to be staring at the ceiling of the room with a glaring gaze.

"Mah...!" kirana said while patting Santi's shoulder.

Silent... No response at all.

"Ma... Mama!"

Remaining silent which made Kirana more and more wracked by fear of dying.

"Ma... Mama why? Why is Mom just quiet like this? Answer Ma. Answer Kirana. Don't make Kirana afraid like this!" cerca Kirana while shaking the body of the mother.

Santi responded by looking at Kirana's face at a glance. But after that, he looked back at the ceiling and...

"Mahaha  ... He's traitor. He's a bad guy. I shouldn't have cried. Ahhaha!"

Both of Kirana's eyes were wide and perfectly rounded. He just understood if the soul of the mother slightly shaken to make it like someone who lost his mind.

Kirana's tears are increasingly spilled when she finds the condition of the mother like this. Just now the storm ravaged his beloved family, now it has been followed by a wave of grief when the mother lost her mind.

Kirana roared again with tears of wounds that so profusely flowed down her cheeks. Many times he hit his chest as a signal to drive away the pain that so rained down on the soul. His brain also seemed dead-end, with whom he had to share the pain he was currently feeling. And the wall of this silent room is like a witness to how the test of life really erodes his mind.

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